William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The River Duddon (O MOUNTAIN stream!)

O MOUNTAIN stream! the shepherd and his cot
Are privileged inmates of deep solitude;
Nor would the nicest anchorite exclude
A field or two of brighter green, or plot
Of tillage-ground, that seemeth like a spot
Of stationary sunshine:—thou hast viewed
These only, Duddon! with their paths renewed
By fits and starts, yet this contents thee not.
Thee hath some awful spirit impelled to leave,
Utterly to desert, the haunts of men,
Though simple thy companions were and few;
And through this wilderness a passage cleave,
Attended but by thy own voice, save when
The clouds and fowls of the air thy way pursue!

1. Monument of Mrs. Howard
2. Suggested at Tyndrum in a Storm
3. Roman Antiquities
4. Roman Antiquities Discovered at Bishopstone, Herefordshire
5. The Glen of Loch Etive

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